ANGELINA'S WOES [I]


 


There was a knock on the door but no one responded. Angelina and her children were in deep sleep as a result of the stress they went through the previous day. The knock kept coming. When it turned to banging, it was Erinma who stirred.

  “Mummy mummy,” she called, nudging her mother.

  “Mmm,” her mother said still feeling sleepy.

  “Wake up. Someone is at the door.”

                        The next banging got Angelina fully awake. She checked the wall clock in the room. It was just 6:15am.

  “Who could be knocking like this by this time of the day?” she asked herself.

                        Her mind scanned through the events of the previous day as she wondered whether she had defaulted in any way. While she thought, the banging came again as though the person was bent on breaking down the door. She got up in a hurry and went out of the room to the parlour. By then her daughters were all awake. Erinma followed her.

  “Go back,” she said in low tone.

                        Erinma went back.

                        When she got to the window, she pushed the curtain a bit to peep at who was at the door.

  “Mcheew,” she hissed when she saw who it was. “What is Dee Okoro doing here by this time of the day?”

            She stood for some seconds with her arms akimbo.

  “Mummy who is that?” Ulunma her second daughter asked in hushed tone, standing close to Erinma at the doorway to the room.

  “Your uncle,” their mother answered.

  “What is he looking for here?” Erinma asked and leaned against the wall. “Won’t he allow us rest?”

  “Let me find out.”

                        Angelina opened the door and met Dee Okoro fuming. Dee Okoro was Angelina’s late husband’s younger brother.

  “Have you not been hearing my knock?” he asked her.

  “Dee good morning,” she greeted squeezing her face to show her distaste.

  “What is good about the morning? You kept me here for the past 20 minutes, knocking like a mad man.”

  “Dee, this is just after six. People are still sleeping in their houses.”

  “Sleep kill you there. That is how you used sleep to kill my brother.”

  “Aah, you can’t say that.”

  “You think we don’t know?”

  “Dee it is unfair to say that.”

  “How can you be sleeping like a dead woman by this time.”

             Ulunma and Erinma murmured from the parlour where they were, and he heard them.

  “What did you people say?” Dee Okoro asked, making to enter the house but Angelina blocked him.

  “Please leave my children alone,” she said to him.

  “Useless children.”

                                          Erinma and Ulunma murmured again.

  “Look,” he said. “If I hear pim there again, I will flog both of you mercilessly.”

  “Not when I am alive,” Angelina said.

  “You will soon leave this house, you will see.”

  “Which house?”

  “My brother’s house which is now my entitlement.”

  “You mean my husband’s house?”

  “Better behave yourself before we find out who owns what?”

                          Angelina sighed and folded her hands across her chest.

  “So Dee, how can I help you this morning?”

                        Dee Okoro scratched his head, looking over Angelina’s shoulder at the children.

  “I will come back,” he said. “You and your useless children just spoilt my mood this morning and broke my hand with your door.”

  “Sorry.”

  “Sorry for yourself. I will come back later.”

                        He turned and left in anger. Angelina sighed and went back into the house, locking the door behind her.

  “Mummy what is it this time?” Ulunma asked her mother. “What does he want?”

  “The only thing he wants is to frustrate me, that’s all.”

  “It will not work for him.”

                                    Angelina sat on the chair in the sitting room and a tear dropped from her eye.

  “From the first day I came into this family,” she said. “it has been torment after torment.”

  “Mummy please don’t cry,” Erinma said.

  “Your father was my shield from their hatred, but now he is gone.”

           She swallowed a lump in her throat. 

  “Mummy we are here for you,” Ulunma said.

            Angelina pulled her daughters close and hugged them.

  “You are still too young to understand what I have gone through,” she said to them. “I pray you will not marry into a wicked family, especially where they don’t like you.”

  “Mummy we won’t.”

                        She held them for a while then she cleaned her teary face with the back of her hand.

  “Do you still want to sleep small?” she asked the girls.

  “No mummy,” Ulunma said. “Let us sweep.”

  “And eat,” Erinma added.

  “Fooood,” Ulunma teased her younger sister.

                  Angelina got up from the chair and told the girls to get brooms.

  “I will sweep the room,” Ulunma said.

  “No, is me that will sweep it,” Erinma said.

  “Ulunma said it first,” Angelina said.

  “This parlour is more difficult to sweep,” Erinma said. “Unless I will not sweep under the chair.”

  “You will o.”

                        Ulunma smiled and went to get the brooms while Angelina went to the kitchen to clean up and prepare breakfast for the girls.

  “Mummy when is Adaoma coming back?” Erinma asked as she swept.

  “Whenever she is done with her exams?” Angelina answered from the kitchen.

  “Ok. She should hurry and come o.”

  “I will tell her when next I speak with her aunty.”

                                When they were done with the chores, they ate.

             Later that evening, Angelina and her daughters were sitting on the pavement in front of their house when they looked up and saw Dee Okoro coming towards them. Angelina’s heart skipped a beat as she readjusted herself where she was sitting. When he came close, Angelina and the girls greeted him. He mumbled a response. There was silence for a while as he kept looking at the girls as though they were obstacles to his mission. Angelina, still having a feeling of disgust told Ulunma and Erinma to go inside the house. They were reluctant to move.

  “Go ok,” Angelina told them.

             They got up and dragged their feet as they went into the parlour.

  “Why do you keep seeing me as your enemy?” Dee Okoro said, sitting close to Angelina.

            She shifted from him.  “You have never liked me from the beginning.”

  “It is not true.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “Have you considered my offer?”

  “Which offer?”

  “You know na,” he said with a babyish smile on his face, and tried to caress her arm.

                        Angelina shifted again and cleaned the part of her upper arm where his palm touched. It was barely one week after she buried her husband and she knew the harassment from his brother would not end. At least, not anytime soon.

 

 

 

{to be continued}

 

Nedu Isaac


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